We’re joining the club…

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… Of having three boys!!

It’s true!! Can you believe it??  We sure couldn’t when the sonographer told us!  I was mighty convinced I knew he was a girl, but boy was I wrong! :)

We are super excited to have another little guy running around here!   I can’t wait to meet him.  And see what he’s like.  And if he looks like one of his brothers or completely different. :)

He is strong and healthy and we’re so grateful!

Though, I’m a little worried about how big he might get…  Bubbers was 8 pounds, 13 ounces.  And then Scooters was 9 pounds, 6 ounces.  And so far this little guy is measuring bigger than both of them already!  Yikes…  It’s a good thing he’ll be a C-section. :)

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I’m almost 20 weeks along now, but here I am back at 16 weeks.

Hey little guy! We can’t wait to meet you next year!!

What am I?

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  • I’m drinking stale ginger ale with Ritz crackers and peanut butter.
  • I can’t eat meat, do the dishes, open the trash can or the fridge and water tastes bad.
  • I get super hungry and can’t drink enough orange juice.
  • I’ve been seen eating granola for dinner.

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  • I take 2 naps a day…  Just like Scooters. :)
  • I’m going to bed super early and can’t sleep enough.
  • I get hot and cold flashes–especially at night.
  • Afternoons are the hardest and I lay around like a slug.
  • I’m reading romance novels to take my mind off my nausea and fatigue.  And it works really well.

…. What am I??  :)

Turning in my key

A couple of months ago, my husband and I got to talking about our little family.  And how constrained our time is with him in school and me working.  We both wished we had more time at night to be with each other, serve people at church and just have personal down-time.

We could see some light at the end of the tunnel for Charming–he graduates in two weeks!!!

But my tunnel was still dark.  Even though I had scaled back to working just one night a week, it still added up and limited our availability to each other and to the people we’re trying to serve.

And then.  Bubbers started riding around in his plastic car, waving and saying, “Goodbye!  I’m going to work!” or “Goodbye!  I’m going to Cub Scouts!” or “I can’t play with you, cause I’m going to work and Cub Scouts!”

Wow.  I was seriously only gone for one hour and ten minutes of his waking life each week.  But watching me leave right before his bedtime twice a week was clearly making a big impression on little Bubbers’ mind.  And it wasn’t the impression I wanted.

So then we reevaluated the reason I started working in the first place…  To help pay off debt from selling our last house at a significant loss.  And amazingly, Heavenly Father has blessed us to pay off a lot of it!  We still have a ways to go and now have student loans on the horizon, but we no longer felt it was a necessity for me to work and it would be best for our family to have me stop.

And honestly?  I was torn.  I really felt like I had the perfect job that allowed me to be a full-time mom at home with a few hand-picked hours out in the professional world.  I wanted to hold onto it and had even convinced myself that it was a job I should keep forever because I’d never find another one like it.  And that after we didn’t “need” it anymore, I would hold onto it “just for fun”.

But deep down, I knew I shouldn’t.  So.  I finally told my boss that I was going to quit.

And you know what she did?

She cried.

And not because she was going to miss me.  But because she was so happy I’d made that decision.

“I’m so touched to see you make your family your top priority,” she told me as she wiped her unexpected tears.  “I decided to make a career my priority early in my family life and now I have regrets.  So I truly honor that you’re doing this.”

I just stared at her.  Absolutely speechless.

Then she smiled, “And if you ever want to come back down the road, our door is always open to you.”


So.  Last week was my last night at work.  I turned in my key, packed my bags and went home.

And you know what?  I’m glad. :)

I love being a speech-language pathologist.  But I love being a wife and mom better.

And you know what Bubbers said while he was playing with his helicopter named Harold yesterday?

“‘I have time to play with you!’ said Harold.  ‘It’s my last day of work and church and Cub Scouts and school!  So now I have time to play with you!  I’m gonna stay home with you now!’ said Harold.”

Then I peeked around the corner at him and smiled.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel for all of us now.  And it sure looks good. :)

Revisiting the Blob Tree

(Note: All names are changed whenever I talk about clients).

“So, Michael, how are you doing today?” I asked my client our usual question at the beginning of our treatment session and placed a copy of the “Blob Tree” in front of him.

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Two seconds earlier, Michael had been pouring out his excitement over the approach of Christmas and eagerly reporting the exact number of days remaining until that anticipated day.  But the second he looked at the “Blob Tree” his face fell.

After a few quiet moments, he finally said…

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“This one is me.”

The sadness in his voice sobered me.

Suspecting I already knew the answer, I still asked, “Why is that one you?”

Briefly meeting my eyes, he said, “Because this is my last night with you.  And I really like you, but I won’t get to see you anymore.”

I couldn’t help but think of how happy he had been to see me after my maternity leave and now here we were having to say goodbye again.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

Tears slowly started to fill his eyes.

“Oh, Michael, I’m sorry,” I said again, “I want you to know that if I could, I would keep seeing you.”

How could I explain to him the state of the economy and the need for my boss and I to renegotiate our contract?  And that my refusal to work earlier hours led to a compromise of me cutting down to only one night a week?  And that my clientele needed to be adjusted to accommodate the new agreement and he was no longer on my caseload?

I couldn’t.

So instead, I reached over to the “Blob Tree” and said, “You know what?”

I waited for him to look at me.

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“This one is me,” I told him quietly, “Because I am so glad that I got to meet you and work with you.  You are a great young man.  And even though we won’t be able to see each other anymore, I’m so lucky that I got to spend this time with you.  You are my friend.  And I will miss you.”

His tears spilled over and he wiped at his cheeks as his lips trembled.

I gently reached out and squeezed his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Michael,” I said again, then quietly said, “If you’d like, you can pick whatever game you want to play while we work.  And afterward, you get to pick something out of the treasure chest.”

The tears immediately stopped and his wonderfully bright smile returned.

“Really?!?” he exclaimed.

“Really,” I nodded with a warm smile.

He bounded out of his chair and into the hallway.  I shook my head as I followed him into the fine motor room where all the games were stored.

Oh, how I will miss this boy, I thought.